3 n 1 (Tracob)

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"Jacob?" 

Jumping awake, Jacob looks around himself, taking a minute to remember where he was before looking up at the young volunteer, "Hey, Pete." 

"What's up, man? You look terrible." 

"Oh, wow, there's that confidence boost I need. Thanks a lot. How you doing, buddy?" 

"I'm worried about you. I've never seen you look this tired." 

Jacob shrugs, letting out a yawn, "I'm fine. Don't worry about me." 

"Jacob, you don't look so good," Pete states, worry filling his eyes. "Why don't you go lie down in the back? I'll get Vic to-" 

"Pete, I'm okay, I just have a small headache is all. I'll be okay." 

Pete stays quiet for a minute, "When was the last time you slept?" 

Trying to remember, Jacob searches his brain quickly.

Did he sleep last night?

What day is it? 

Eventually, he gives up trying to remember and shrugs as the daycare building door opens. 

"You don't know? Jacob, I think you need to-" 

"Jacob?" 

His head snaps up and he lets out a lazy smile, "Troye." 

"Jacob, you look-" 

"I know, I look like shit. What are you doing here?" 

"I came to talk to you about-Jacob, you don't look so well." 

"I'm okay," he states standing up.

He walks over to Troye.

"I'm just a little lightheaded, but I'll be okay." 

Staring at Troye, he watches his lips moving, but no sound is coming out of them.

His vision starts to turn to black spots and he tries to blink them away,

"Tro, I think I'm gonna take a nap-" 

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Walking into the daycare, Troye sees Jacob talking with another guy who looked about 16. 

"Jacob?" 

Jacob looks up at him with a smile, looking like he hasn't slept in days,

"Troye." 

"Jacob, you look-" 

"I know, I look like shit. What are you doing here?" 

"I came to talk to you about- Jacob, you don't look so well." 

"I'm okay," he replies, standing up and walking closer to the blond.

"I'm just a little lightheaded, but I'll be okay." 

"Okay," Troye say carefully. "Well, I wanted to talk to you about the other day. Alex came over and-" he stops talking, seeing the boy's face drain of color.

"Jacob, are you o-" 

"Tro, I think I'm gonna take a nap-" 

"Oh, shit! Jacob!" the younger exclaims, catching Jacob as his knees buckle underneath him. 

The guy he was talking to before runs over and helps lift the elder to the back room.

They lay him on the couch and Troye kneels down in front of the unconscious man as the other man calls for help. 

"Jacob, come on, wake up," Troye practically begs.

"Please, Jacob." 

"An ambulance is on its way." 

Troye nods in response. 

"I know this isn't the best time to make friends, but I'm Pete Carter, just so you know." 

He nods again, "Troye Sivan." 

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After a while at the hospital, Troye watches Jacob's eyes open slowly and he looks at the blond sluggishly, "Troye?" 

"Hi," he says quietly, not trusting his voice.  "What are you doing here?" 

"Just making sure you're okay," he states a little louder, crossing his arms. 

"Why wouldn't I be okay?" he asks confused. 

"You passed out. We're at the hospital right now." 

Taking a minute to look around him, he looks back at Troye, "What do you mean I passed out?" 

"I was talking to you at the daycare and your face turned completely white and your knees buckled." 

"All I remember is talking to Pete and waking up just now." 

"Jacob, you're awake," a nurse smiles softly. 

After explaining to then that Jacob had passed out due to high stress and anxiety, Jacob was prescribed with medication for his anxiety and suggestions on how to keep the stress at a minimum. 

The two leave the hospital after about another hour before going back to my apartment after getting his prescription.